


Hold onto me (I'm a little unsteady)

by R_Raspuri



Category: Dreamcatcher (Korea Band), K-pop
Genre: F/F, Mentions of Jiyoo and Dadong
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-07-10
Updated: 2020-07-10
Packaged: 2021-03-04 21:33:53
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,685
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25183330
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/R_Raspuri/pseuds/R_Raspuri
Summary: She closes her eyes and tries to stop herself from thinking too much. But the question that she needed to ask the Captain played in her mind over and over again.Why didn’t you kill me?
Relationships: Kim Bora | SuA/Lee Siyeon
Comments: 10
Kudos: 79





	Hold onto me (I'm a little unsteady)

**Author's Note:**

> Title inspired by Unsteady by X Ambassodors
> 
> https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=2ahUKEwiT6vCU78LqAhW-ILcAHXM-C7YQwqsBMAN6BAgLEAc&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DV0lw3qylVfY&usg=AOvVaw05v8gVgsOgn2ElM54ZzWUF

The pub is fairly crowded but somehow, Siyeon is left mostly alone. Of course, her broody disposition helped, which was just as well. She doesn’t care much for small talk. Or at all.

She swirls the drink in her hand, scanning the room just in case the woman she came in search for walks in. She seems like someone who would be found in a pub.

Siyeon would have reached the town earlier but she took a detour to visit, for the lack of a better description, home.

_More of a home than anywhere else._

Siyeon doesn’t know what made her go back. Maybe she was out of that abusive atmosphere for long enough to know that she was no longer confined there. She could take the risk.

It would be a lie if she said that her heart didn’t twinge when her sister took a while to recognise her. But how could she blame her sister when Siyeon was the one who ran away fifteen years ago?

She knew she made the right decision when her sister hugged her and when she didn’t resent her for leaving. Or chastise her for returning only because the place happened to be conveniently close.

The visit has delayed her search for answers. But that’s fine. There is no rush now.

Siyeon finishes her drink and walks up to the counter.

“What will you have?” the bartender is in front of her in a flash, toying a shaker in her skilled hands.

Siyeon shakes her head, declining drinks, but leans towards the other woman.

_‘_ Yoobin’ reads her name tag.

“Yoobin-ssi, I was wondering if I could get the whereabouts of a certain someone,” Siyeon says, to which Yoobin smiles amusedly.

“Of course you are,” she replies, and puts away the shaker, “It seems like everybody is looking for someone after the war.”

“I suppose they would be,” Siyeon says, looking away briefly.

“Any way, her name is Kim Bora, ex- Captain of the 27th unit?”

“Oh. Captain Bora? She works at the Library now,” Yoobin informs her, “See if you can convince her to run for Mayor, ok? We need a kind and strong leadership like hers, honestly.”

Siyeon raises her eyebrows, and smiles back.

“No promises, though,” she says.

“Anything else?” Yoobin enquires politely.

“Well, do you know where I could stay for the night?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She has spent countless nights, tossing and turning. Sleep eluded her today as well, was it just her troubled mind or was it the excitement of meeting Captain Bora?

She closes her eyes and tries to stop herself from thinking too much. But the question that she needed to ask the Captain played in her mind over and over again.

_Why didn’t you kill me?_

_~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_

_Lee Siyeon had joined the Youth Force in the country that refuged her after she fled from home. She hadn’t even known she’d crossed borders until one of the older kids laughed at her when she mentioned her hometown. Back then, the only thing separating the two countries was a stream._

_The Youth Force fed her and sheltered her. They trained her and when war broke out, promptly sent her to the army. She was nothing more than routine supply of fresh blood._

_And when the war broke out, she was deployed right into the battle field. The only thing that kept her alive was probably that she chose the Sniper rifle instead of the Automated rifles. All the other Youths were sacrificed in the name of the country._

_Siyeon was aware of who they were fighting. But the connection to that piece of land meant nothing to her now. So she killed mercilessly, her kill count being one of the highest in the army._

_On one routine day of war and killing, she stationed herself in some thick shrubbery.While scoping for enemies, she found a figure dragging themselves to a rock._

_A woman, high in ranking, going by the badges decorating her uniform._

_That is a kill that would bring some respect to her name._

_Siyeon aimed carefully, making sure the crosshair of the scope was on the woman’s head. Her finger rested lightly on the trigger, ready._

_The woman reached for something on her chest. Siyeon watched silently, saying a little prayer in her mind._

_Her target violently ripped something shiny off. It was her badge. Siyeon could only watch in amazement as she threw it away angrily._

_Siyeon lowered her gun._

_Why would anyone do that? To rise to a respectable position in the army is difficult. As a woman? Much more so._

_Confused, she didn’t move for a while. She decided to approach the woman and wrapped her sniper away, hiding it._

_She was already in the uniform of the opposite army, allowing her some protection in case someone discovered her._

_As she got closer, she recognised the woman. Captain Kim Bora. A face she had been made to memorise, so that she knew the priority of her kills._

_Captain Bora threw her badge away?_

_The captain saw her coming, and greeted her with a nod as Siyeon saluted quickly._

_“Why are you alone, Private?” the Captain asked._

_“I have been instructed to relay a message, Captain,” Siyeon parroted her excuse, taking note of the injury on the other woman’s leg. It was burnt badly, she couldn’t recognise which was skin, which was muscle, which was cloth._

_If she remembered correctly, Captain Bora led a unit. And here she was, alone. Siyeon concluded that they had been attacked, and somehow, the Captain had survived._

_Bora followed Siyeon’s gaze and chuckled at the sight._

_“Believe me, this is nothing,” the Captain said, looking straight into Siyeon’s eyes._

_Now that she properly looked at the Captain, Siyeon could see that the older woman was distraught. She had, after all, stared at death in its face. Siyeon dropped her gaze._

_“What happened to your badge, captain?” Siyeon decided to address her curiosity._

_Bora turned to the direction where she threw it._

_“Somewhere there…” she gestured vaguely, clearly not bothered at all, “You saw me throw it away, didn’t you?”_

_Siyeon nodded her head, “But why?”_

_Captain Bora was silent for a while, thinking of a way to put forward her thoughts._

_“Do you believe in this war, Private?”_

_Siyeon merely blinked at her. What kind of a question is that?_

_“Why are we fighting?” Bora pressed when Siyeon took too long to answer._

_“Well, we need to keep our boundaries intact and not let foreigners have their way with our people. They started it,” Siyeon said, her words sounding bizarre to herself even._

_Why am I doing this?_

_Siyeon had never considered reasons all too important, but there was something in the way the woman in front of her asked this. Like she wasn’t really expecting an answer at all. It was a question for Siyeon to answer to herself._

_“I saw my unit massacred in front of me. In other words, I led them to their deaths,” Captain Bora said, looking down, her voice eerily emotionless. “I’ve also led them to murder many more. For what?”_

_She shook her head resolutely, “It’s not worth it. It’s just not worth it.”_

_Siyeon realised that the only reason she’s here is because she had nowhere else to be. She had done what she was told, had taken what she had been given. She’d become a robot, willingly, and the meaning of that had still not registered in her mind. But now she asked herself, what are the extents she would go to?_

_Bora spoke again, interrupting her thoughts._

_“You should carry on with your mission, Private. Go deliver your message. I shouldn’t have kept you.”_

_Siyeon, instead, walked up to the Captain, retrieving the rolled up bandages she kept in her breast pocket. She wrapped up the injury, feeling like she was pouring a glass of water to quell a raging forest fire._

_“Let me assist you to a camp. I have to go to Camp Thorn. Let me take you with me,” Siyeon finally looked at Bora, who just nodded halfheartedly._

_“Oh, and, could you retrieve my badge? I know I threw it away, but the higher ups are going to throw a hissy fit if they get to know,” Bora asked Siyeon, who readily did as she is asked._

_Captain Bora was soon perched on Siyeon’s back, as they made their way to the nearest camp. They stayed silent as they walk through the woods. It started raining. Not the heavy kind, just the constant downpour that got into your eyes. Somewhere along the way, Bora fell asleep._

_They reached Camp Thorn a short while after the sun set. Siyeon made a beeline for the makeshift medical tent, gently lowering the Captain on a bed (if you could even call it that) so that she was sitting on it._

_Siyeon saluted, not knowing what else to do, and waited for dismissal._

_But the other woman grabbed her left arm and clasped her palm firmly. Siyeon looked at the woman in confusion and found her bearing a small frown on her face._

_“What are the chances that you needed to deliver a message to the Camp nearest to my location?” Captain Bora asked._

_Siyeon immediately tried to withdraw her hand, but it was held firmly in place._

_The Captain gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell,” she said as she pulled on Siyeon’s sleeve to conceal the tattoo given to her by the Youth Force._

_“You should cover that up properly.”_

_Siyeon opened her mouth but nothing came out. Since when did Bora know her real identity?_

_But she was soon shooed away by some nurses, who crowded around the Captain to begin her treatment._

_Siyeon decided to not look back as she left the tent and then the camp. As she walked back, she realised that she was lost. Not physically. She just didn’t know where to go. The thought of going back to the shrubbery she’d camped at seemed like an absurd idea._

_Eventually, the sniper rifle she’d left behind stayed wrapped up and hidden in the bushes._

_~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~_

Siyeon’s encounter with Bora had made her question every single decision she’d made. All the things that she’d glossed over suddenly reared their heads, demanding to be addressed. It had taken time, but she’d managed to quell most of the questions, forgiving her younger self for not knowing better.

But for some reason, she couldn’t get over how she used to take delight in her kill count. The mere thought of it now viscerally upset her.

Owing to that, she’d walked away from the war for good. She’d gone back to the country that had refuged her once and retrieved some of her belongings and some money she’d managed to save through the years.

She couldn’t stay there, if the Youth Force found her and realised that she’d deserted them, they’d kill her without hesitation.

Thankfully the war ended soon after. And for the first time after thirteen years, she entered her ‘home’ country again. She spent two years, doing odd jobs and trying to forge a new woman out of herself. She tried her best but she the blood on her hands never really seemed to wash away.

If there was anyone she resented other than herself, it was Captain Kim Bora.

_If only you’d killed me then, it would have been a just punishment for my crimes._

It was cowardly and awfully convenient to expect someone else take away her pain. But it was easier to do so.

During one particularly difficult night, she decided to find the Captain. If she was still alive, that is.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siyeon finds herself fidgeting on a bench outside the library. She feels odd and out of place as she glances around to see the other benches occupied by readers. Thankfully, they don’t notice Siyeon or her antsy movements as they are too immersed in their books.

After some deliberation, she’d decided to meet the Captain during lunch. Everyone knows that a library is no place to talk.

She keeps her eyes trained on the door, waiting. As a former sniper, patience is her strong suit. But the nerves are new.

She almost doesn’t recognise her when she steps out of the doors.

Captain Bora looks nothing like the sharp, poised, fiery woman she’d memorised from the photos. She also seemed healthier and happier than the woman she’d carried on her back two years ago. The Captain Bora of the present looks so homely and at peace that it makes Siyeon envious. She swallows the jealousy, and walks up to intercept Bora’s path.

“Captain Bora?” she calls out tentatively.

Bora stills in her path and faces Siyeon with both her eyebrows raised.

Siyeon feels strangely awkward as words refuse to leave her mouth. She scratches the back of her neck, shifting from one leg to another, working her mind to choose the right words.

“Well…I don’t know if you remember me-”

“I couldn’t forget your face even if I tried,” Bora interrupts her, and smiles joyously, leaving Siyeon flabbergasted.

_Why is she so happy to see me?_

“Well, kind soldier, I’m going to go get lunch. Perhaps you’d accompany me?” Bora says, and offers an arm as if to escort the other woman.

All thoughts jump out of Siyeon’s mind as she looks between the Captain’s face and the arm she was offering. She unconsciously stuffs her hands into her pockets, prompting Bora to laugh out loud.

“Um, yes- I mean, I do have things I would like to talk to you about.. Lunch is good,” Siyeon finally says.

-————-

“Your leg seems to have made it through,” Siyeon says, sitting across from Bora at a diner.

“It has, yes. I can’t feel much, and of course there’s a scar, but I can move it just fine,” Bora says, tilting her head to glance at her leg.

Siyeon shifts her gaze to her hands on the table.

_Why didn’t you kill me?_

She wonders when the right time to ask that question is.

But the Captain solves the problem for her with her next words.

“You said you wanted to talk about something?”

Siyeon looks at her again. Bora is watching her intently. Her gaze is soft, and she seems genuinely curious about Siyeon.

Siyeon sighs, and decides to go for it.

“There isn’t any way to sugarcoat this, so I’ll just ask you straight up. Why didn’t you kill me?” Siyeon says.

Bora raises both her eyebrows but stays quiet.

“You knew I was the enemy. You knew I had some blood on my hands. If nothing, I was a threat to you. But you let me live. Why?” Siyeon continues.

The other woman chuckles, shaking her head.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” the Captain fires back, her eyes suddenly intense.

Siyeon hadn’t expected this turn around. She wracks her brain.

_Did I pity her? Did I think she was harmless? Did I think my disguise was enough?_

“You don’t need to answer that,” Bora says, seeing Siyeon’s conflict, “I stopped asking that question a long time ago.”

“You know, I resented you quite a bit, for quite a long time. I was fine while I was recovering, just sad. But then I had to watch as all those families cry against those caskets, and I was awarded medals of bravery the very same day. It made me sick. What is the use of my bravery? It’s all a sick farce,” Bora’s face contorts in anger and for a moment Siyeon sees the same distraught look she’d seen two years ago.

“I wished you’d killed me. I wished so badly that you’d ended me so that I didn’t have to suffer the sickening feeling every single day. I took voluntary retirement and they honoured me even more. I hid my pain, because I couldn’t possibly show it there. They don’t understand remorse. Even when I came here, my past had opened up so many job options. Who would turn away ‘A Decorated War Hero’? And I kept wondering, why? Because I killed so many people?” Bora sighs, and her shoulders slump.

Siyeon watches as Bora collects herself and slowly straightens up again. She looks at Siyeon then, and surprisingly, she’s sporting a small smile.

“But then, I found purpose in life again. I met Gahyeon, and the moment I held her, I realised what a blessing it was that you saved my life,” Bora says.

“So let me answer your question. Why didn’t I kill you? I was sick of killing,” the ex-Captain states with finality in her voice.

“And you said that I knew you were my enemy, and- that is just not true. We were just pieces being moved by our respective governments, you and I. We were never enemies,” Bora was looking at Siyeon right in her eyes, leaning forward slightly, “And I think, somewhere inside, you knew that too. And that’s why you didn’t kill me either.”

Siyeon sighs heavily as she finally starts understanding the weight of Bora’s words. At the same time, an odd and unfamiliar feeling of relief spreads through her. She presses the heel of her palms against her eyes and is surprised to find tears.

She lets herself cry, strangely not feeling uncomfortable with being vulnerable in front of the older woman.

She feels a soft grip on her arms, just above her elbows where they rest on the table.

“It’s difficult, I know. For me, moving on came with letting people into my life, so that I could lean my tired head on their shoulders. I don’t know what you need, but I hope that you also find a way to lead a happier life,” Bora’s voice is calm and gentle.

Siyeon rubs the tears away and leans back in her seat.

“Thanks for this. I’ve been lost for so long…” Siyeon shakes her head and looks at Bora, who is gazing at her with concern.

“I don’t know what I need either, but maybe now I can focus on finding that, instead of being stuck in the past.”

-—————-

“So, I have a favour to ask of you,” Bora says as the pair walk back to the library side by side. 

“Of me? What could I possibly do for you?” Siyeon asks, wracking her brain.

“I would like you to meet Gahyeonie. I think she’d be delighted,” Bora says, smiling wide.

“Sure…You told her about me?” Siyeon looks curiously towards Bora.

“I think I told everyone who cared to listen. Even though I never got your name! Can you believe that?” Bora laughs. Siyeon finds herself chuckling along.

“It’s Siyeon. Lee Siyeon,” Siyeon informs the older woman, “What did you call me, then?”

“Guardian angel,” Bora says, laughing again, “It’s a little embarrassing, but it’s the truth.”

“Anyway, she should be out of preschool soon, let me just take the rest of the day off. Will you wait here?” Bora asks, gesturing to the same bench Siyeon sat on earlier.

Siyeon nods and Bora walks off.

_So, Gahyeon is her daughter?_

Siyeon wonders if she could raise a child. She’d never really thought about it, but she understands how the responsibility of another human being could easily shift anyone’s priority.

_And what’s with ‘Guardian angel’? How ironic._

But this time, she stops herself from thinking further. It’s not untrue, after all. Captain Bora still lives because of her. Little Gahyeon has a mother because of her. This thought lifts Siyeon’s mood, and she has a small smile on her face by the time Bora comes back.

The walk to the preschool is pleasant as the two women talk about what they’ve done since the war ended.

Siyeon tells her about her odd jobs, and how she recently went back home.

Bora tells her about how she adopted Gahyeon.

“The war had left her an orphan. She was given up for adoption by her grandmother when she was one. And now she’s grown so much! She turns three soon,” Bora is all smiles as she speaks about her daughter and Siyeon can’t decide who is the luckier one, Gahyeon or Bora.

They arrive at the preschool, the boisterous children running about, as a tall woman looks on exasperatedly.

“Oh, Bora! You’re on time, as usual,” the woman says, noticing Bora.

“Hi, Yoohyeon. I hope the kids treated you well today,” Bora says, grinning at the teacher.

“Oh, nothing out of the usual,” Yoohyeon says as she turns back to the children, “Gahyeon-ah! It’s time to go home!” she calls out.

Siyeon watches as a chubby little girl in a flowery frock runs over to Yoohyeon and hugs her legs.

“Bye-bye,” she says and then turns to Bora with a hand extended.

“I made you a flower,” Gahyeon says holding out a crumpled thing that seems to be four strips of different colours glued together.

“Thank you! It’s beautiful,” Bora beams at Gahyeon, pulling out a hairpin from her hair to pin the flower to the neck of her top.

Siyeon watches the interaction with amusement. Little Gahyeon already bowls her over.

Bora picks the toddler up in her arms and gives her kiss on her cheek.

“Anneongaseyo,” the little girl greets, swallowing the syllables, and bows slightly in towards Siyeon in her mother’s arms.

Siyeon bows too, repeating the greeting and smiling at the child.

“Do you know who this is? It’s Eomma’s guardian angel,” Bora introduces.

Gahyeon stares at her with wide eyes, as if studying her. She then reaches for the flower pinned on Bora’s top and pulls it free.

“This is for you,” Gahyeon gives the paper flower to Siyeon, prompting the two women to burst out laughing as the toddler looks between the two, confused.

“Thank you, Gahyeon-ah,” Siyeon receives it, growing fonder by the second.

Gahyeon struggles in Bora’s arms who lets her down. She proceeds to grasp Siyeon’s hand and turns to her mother.

“Eomma, can I show her ducks?”

“Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

Gahyeon turns her big eyes to Siyeon, “Do you want to see ducks?”

Of all the requests she’d received, this one tops, Siyeon decides, as she happily agrees.

Siyeon offers her arm to Bora, much like the older woman had earlier,

“We’re going to see ducks. Perhaps you’d like to accompany us?”

Bora snorts in reply and slips her arm through Siyeon’s, and they set off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siyeon decides to try her luck with jobs in this town. And it’s almost like destiny, that she gets the post of assistant to the physical education teacher in the local middle school. It’s permanent too, since the current teacher is on the brink of retirement, so Siyeon’s job is basically training to fill in his shoes.

Siyeon feels herself settling in and it all seems natural and easy. The remorse she used to feel gets easier to handle as time goes by.

She makes new friends easily, being naturally curt and charming.

Handong, a fellow teacher who teaches Music at the same middle school, and her girlfriend Yoobin, the bartender who directed her to Bora.

Yoohyeon, the preschool teacher and her wife Minji, who happens to be the social worker who handled Gahyeon’s adoption.

_What a small world huh?_

And then there’s Bora. Although, to call it friendship wouldn’t exactly do it justice. In the six months since she has met the older woman again, the two became a lot closer, fitting hand in glove.

And though Siyeon worries about her growing feelings for Bora, she generally puts them aside to just enjoy the time she spends with her and Gahyeon.

But, Gahyeon is not having it. She becomes dearly attached to ‘Eomma’s Guardian angel’ and decides something must be done.

On one particular day, which was particularly rewarding to Gahyeon, (she got to sing her heart out on stage at school, and her favourite adults decided to celebrate by getting ice cream!) she decides to make a bargain.

They’re at a little parlour with tables set on the outside.

“Thank you for coming today,” Bora says, turning to Siyeon. Siyeon wonders if the affection she sees in Bora’s eyes is just her imagination.

“Gahyeon asked me over twenty times whether you were coming.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I’ve grown more fond of her than I’d expected,” Siyeon reaches out to rub Gahyeon’s head and notices that she hadn’t touched her ice cream.

“Gahyeon-ah? Why haven’t you eaten your ice cream? Do you want me to steal it?” Siyeon teases the girl, expecting her to pull away.

But she can only watch in surprise as Gahyeon pushes the ice cream towards her.

“I’ll give you my ice cream if you become my eomma,” Gahyeon says, her expression serious.

Siyeon stills in her seat as she feels her heart start to race. Gahyeon’s wish was innocent, she didn’t realise the implications this would have on the two women sitting in front of her. And Siyeon wanted to say yes, the idea of a raising this adorable girl with the woman who was fast claiming her heart made her warm in the chest; but dare she consider it?

“Minhee in my class has two Appas,” Gahyeon holds up two chubby fingers, taking the silence as a chance to appeal her case, “Why can’t I have two eommas?” she turns to Bora.

Siyeon is still silent, unwilling to look at Bora. Until the older woman speaks up.

“That’s not a bad idea, baby. What do you think, Siyeon?”

Siyeon almost snaps her neck with how fast she turns to Bora. 

The older woman is not smiling, her expression completely neutral.

“I…” Siyeon is lost for words. Was that Bora’s attempt of putting the ball in her court?Did she actually consider it too?

Siyeon hesitantly reaches out to cup Bora’s face. A small act of intimacy, but it whirls up a tornado of butterflies inside Siyeon.

Bora doesn’t pull away, instead leans into the touch.

_This is it…take the chance._

Siyeon glances at Bora’s lips, for only a second, and that seems to light up Bora’s eyes.

Siyeon leans in to press her lips against Bora’s. That contact leaves all her nerves tingling, her mind running so fast it might as well be blank.

She starts to pull away but Bora has a hand on the back of her neck, and she keeps them close, foreheads touching.

“You’re serious, right?” Bora says. They’re too close for Siyeon to properly make out her expression but she hears the apprehension in her voice.

Siyeon breathes in deeply, finally allowing herself to revel in Bora’s scent.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes…I would really, really like for this to work out…”

And later when the two of them are walking back home, each grasping one of her tiny hands, they both thank the heavens for giving them Gahyeon (who got a second mom _and_ her ice cream), the literal godsend that she is.

-——————-

“You’ve made my heart flutter many times, you know,” Bora whispers, smiling dreamily as she reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind Siyeon’s ear, “Now I can finally swoon over you openly.”

Bora and Siyeon stifle their giggles at Bora’s admission, so as to not disturb Gahyeon sleeping between them.

Siyeon reaches for Bora’s hand and brings it to her lips.

“I didn’t know you felt the same,” Siyeon murmurs, “I almost can’t believe it.”

“Well, you better believe it,” Bora says, smirking.

Her expression turns serious and she sighs as she lowers her eyes to look at her sleeping child.

“I just…need to know that you know I will always put her first,” Bora looks up again with a determined gaze.

“I will never, ever make you choose between us. And, she’s my first priority too,” Siyeon replies with just as much conviction, hoping that Bora does understand how serious she is.

But it’s alright if she doesn’t. She’ll spend a lifetime showing it, if she has to. There is no rush now.

**Author's Note:**

> Hope you all enjoyed that!  
> Thank you Var_kp for beta reading :D  
> Interact with me on twitter @RRaspuri <3


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